“What are you going to think about while you’re doing that?” His question showed his confidence was growing, so I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt.
His gaze was glued to my fingers, but nothing showed he was too nervous for me to continue. “First, I’m going to imagine you on my lap again but you’re going to be naked and in a sexy cock cage.”
Blink.
Blink.
“They’re very practical.” His response had me fighting back a smile.
“You’re right. It’s going to make sure you don’t have to think about it at all.” His nod said I was right on the money with that one. “And I like the idea of your cock being locked away so you have to focus completely on me.”
It was probably two sides of the same coin.
“I can stay very focused but the men I read about online found them to be very helpful.” My boy didn’t seem to realize the signals he was sending out, but he was lucky because I did.
“It’s going to be helpful tonight because I’m going to imagine you caged as I run my hands over you and possibly play with your ass depending on how the scene goes.” He was at least curious enough about that part of his body that he wouldn’t mind me fantasizing about it.
“With stretching and lubrication it’s not supposed to be painful.” His informative response sent me mixed signals but he was too focused on my chest to give me more.
“Everyone likes different sensations, but yes, it can be anything from a warm stretch to something more painful. It just depends on what the person receiving the touch wants to experience.” It was just one of those activities that could go a variety of ways. “We’ll start with gentle and then explore different options if you’re curious about them.”
“I might be curious.” He was definitely curious about my chest because he stepped closer as I slid my shirt off and laid it over the bench at the end of the bed. “Like I said, I don’t have any negative associations with it, but I haven’t given it much thought.”
“There are a lot of nerve endings there that don’t get attention on a regular basis.” His definitely hadn’t gotten attention. “For a lot of people, it feels more intimate and can make them experience more submission. That’s going to depend on the person, though.”
“I really don’t appreciate how much variation there is in BDSM.” Frowning again, he moved close enough that I could feel his exhale on my chest. “I like black-and-white answers.”
Yeah, I could see that being a problem.
“Try to think of it as we’re looking foryourblack and white here. The rest is just a scale that we can use for reference.”That had him blinking again and looking back up at my face. “Reference information is just facts.”
“Facts.” The way he stood straighter told me he liked looking at it that way. “I hadn’t thought about it that way.”
“We have a wide range of reference material and we’re going to use that to build a framework for you.” He’d be a lot more confident about any relationship going forward even if it wasn’t with me. “And for our first topic, we’re going to see what you think of touching me.”
His first reactions said he was going to enjoy it in one way or another. We just needed to figure out how he would process it and what he liked about it.
Toeing off my shoes, I left the rest of my clothes in place as I took his hand and led him over to the bed. “I’m going to sit down on the bed and stretch out. You can straddle my lap or you can sit beside me. Either option will make me happy, but I like the weight of your body on mine.”
As I sat down, he took off his shoes and considered his options. “If you were completely naked, I’d sit beside you because it would give me the best vantage point and would keep me from injuring you.”
He glanced down at himself and ran his hands over his thighs. “I’m not sure how soft these pants are.”
Good logic.
“We don’t have to worry about that yet, though.” His confident use of the word yet gave me hopes for how he was feeling on a subconscious level. “So I think I’ll sit on your lap.”
It seemed to be a preferred position because he didn’t overthink it as he climbed on my lap and straddled it so his ass was right over my cock. Then it was like a light bulb went off over his head. “This was the more intimate position where you wanted my name first. I think I got distracted after that part.”
“We both did.” And I was going to make it worse because I took his hands and put them right over my pecs. “That feels good.”
He blinked like he was shocked but it didn’t last long. “You seem to run warmer than I do.”
It wasn’t a question, so I just let him sink back into exploring me and cuddling. He wasn’t rocking against me to give himself any pleasure, but he was incredibly focused on my chest and the way I felt under his hands. “I imagined having hair like this when I was younger but I don’t think I was picturing it right.”
“I’m glad you didn’t end up like this.” I kept my touch to his arms and his head, but it got a soft sigh from him I didn’t think he noticed. “I’m going to enjoy your body just the way it is.”
An absentminded nod said he was at least half listening as his fingers barely caressed over my shoulders and back down to my chest. “I fit on your lap without squishing you. It could probably work if I was bigger but it wouldn’t be as easy or as comfortable.”
